C1897 Pretentious Spirit(2)

Gou Baofeng's efficiency was pretty high. Less than five minutes. The police car stopped at the square in front of the entrance. Gou Baofeng opened the door. Fu Disheng jogged over and stretched out his hand. "Gou Sheng, I really have no choice. Sorry to trouble you!"

"What trouble? It's my responsibility to maintain the safety of the leader and social order